Home Alone, adult style. All menfolk out of the house for the night. My evening plan to attend the roller derby nixed, though I could have attended had I gone in my own vehicle. (An option left unsuggested.) But, I shall sit outside in the cricketsong and honey-pinking sky against the mountains, with a favorite pen, drawing paper and adult tonic, and ask myself why I allow others to decide what is right for me. (I do this more than I care to, and more than I should.)
Stern, well-shaped brow bent in moderate resentment (well, I did ask, didn’t I? And this is what you get. Duh.) Just lettin’ it gooooooo.
Dar Dawson 2016